The Dark King

"Perhaps this is the difference between us and the monster." Du Di'an did not argue with him again, saying: "Do you use the abyss to experiment, do you want to study the power beyond the king?"

Boluo's mouth slightly curled, "You're not stupid, come out."

Du Dean stepped out of the prison cage, followed behind Boro, and walked and said: "Can you want to become a god of waste?"

"Far God?" Borrow didn't look back, chuckling lightly: "Although the Frenzy God is strong, but deviated from the essence, I don't want to be the kind of thing that is not even "human", otherwise, I honestly be my king Just do it."

Something that is not even human?

Du Di'an was shocked, and immediately thought of the handsome god who was nearly ten meters in size and almost flawless. He understood something in his heart. It seems that his previous guess was indeed true. The God of Desolation is indeed not a human being.

"As long as the mind is yours, is the body human, why bother?" Du Dean wanted to test out his thoughts and said deliberately: "We should not be considered human beings now?"

"The alienation of the body is just a small meaning." Boluo glanced at him. "But there are things that can affect your thinking, for example, some magic marks, while bringing power to the body, will also be sublimated through transformation. The body makes the colonizers love fresh blood and meat, and finally can only eat monsters or humans. When they are hungry, they may not be called humans, but they will recover after filling their stomachs. To normal thinking, and such a change can only be considered weak."

Du Di'an was stunned. He knew that although the magic marks could not directly affect the brain, they would change the body, and the changes in the body would affect the brain. It is like the body thinking of blood when the body smells the fresh blood and smells fresh. The resistance ability may be weakened, and even slowly no longer feel disgusting, and even feel delicious and sweet.

"So, does the god of desolation affect thinking, and so does the king?" Du Dean asked.

"Of course, the more you get, the more you lose. As for what is lost, it varies from person to person, some care, some don't care." Boluo said indifferently: "But if you originally cherish certain Things, when you become a king, your thinking changes, but you will no longer care, then are you still willing to be a king?"

Du Di'an was shocked.

His first thought came to Helissa. If...the obsession of becoming a queen is no longer to resurrect her, or even feel that she is irrelevant, then what is the point of all your efforts?

Suddenly, he felt that God was trying to make people feel like he was a ants on a chessboard. He thought he had taken the right steps, but he knew that there were invisible "lines" under his feet!

How many people have forgotten what they originally wanted when they grew up?

Perhaps it is like the fish in the ditch, when it is poured into the big river, it can only move in the same direction with the water wave of the big river, and it cannot be reversed or changed.

"It's an abyss to stop, forward...or an abyss." Du Di'an muttered to himself, suddenly confused.

"It's here." Boro's voice came, pulling Du Dean's thoughts back.

After leaving the cell, they walked through the spacious living room they saw first, and from another corridor staircase to the next floor. Boluo pushed the thick door in front of him. Inside was a bright laboratory with white walls. The aluminum plate contains many instruments and three similar beds in the hospital.

Du Dean's eyes swept, and he saw Zathit lying on one of the experimental beds, but at the moment he looked very strange, except that half of his face could identify him, his body was completely unrecognizable, and his abdomen was convex. A thick black thigh-like contact, like a very thick viper's tail, gently swaying, his broken arm is followed by swollen tissue, like two groups of large intestines, with a purple surface and a smelly smell The smell.

Du Di'an slowly sank into his heart, and then looked elsewhere in the laboratory, but did not see the figure of Helisa, a burst of anger suddenly flowed out of his heart, he gritted his teeth, and said lowly: "Where is she?" "

"Who?"

"Helissa."

"Is that the corpse king?" Borrow reacted and chuckled, "It seems that you care about her, don't worry, she's fine, I don't lack a corpse king here, so I don't need her to do it for now. The experiment, and she is a little different from the ordinary corpse king, should it be a descendant of the demon warrior family? This is a rare treasure. After I am busy with this experiment, I should study it too late, if I can find something new Something, maybe..."

Speaking of which, he licked his lips slightly, and didn't go on talking any more, and walked directly to a tall cross beside the laboratory and waved to Du Dean.

Du Di'an was relieved when he saw that Helissa was okay for a while, but the words behind him made his heart colder, but he knew that anger was useless, restrained the killing intention, and slowly walked over.

This is a steel-cast cross with shackles on it, which seems to be used for fixing people, and the edges are stained with rusty blood.

"Go up," Boluo said.

Du Di'an stood up by words.

Borrow smiled, and obedient experiments like Du Dian made him feel at ease. Unlike some experiments, he knew that he was struggling and useless, but he still had to struggle, and he was inadvertently hurt and destroyed. It was a pity.

Despite knowing that Du Dean was interested, he shackled Du Dean and pushed a cart from the side with various tools and medicines. He took out a syringe and a tube of liquid medicine and injected Du Dean into it.

Du Dian immediately felt his body gradually numb and became unconscious.

"Narcotic?" Du Di'an spoke, feeling a bit unfavorable, and his tongue was numb. Although he knew that he was about to be reduced to an experiment, he might even be cut open, but he did not know what to do in his heart. When I was arrested, I was already mentally prepared. At the moment, I was curious about the injection of Boro's anesthetic, which is so powerful!

Boro took off the down jacket and put on a white coat with dust and bacteria protection from the side. Like a doctor, he took the disinfectant from the trolley and sprayed it on a pair of thin skin gloves. The air was filled with disinfectant water. taste.

"You're not nervous." Boro put on a mask and glanced up at Du Dean. He didn't judge by Du Dean's expression, but his heartbeat and physical function.

"I've done these experiments before, but I never thought I would become someone else's experiment one day." Du Dean continued with a tingling tongue. "What is the difference between the abyss and the king? Shouldn't it be a smoking pole?" Judge the number of ice worms."

"Do you want to know?" Boro stripped Du Dean's clothes off. Du Dean didn't wear the standard armor on the wall of the God of War. The armor hindered his demon body from changing, and he had long since been discarded. The shirt and short sleeves were easily torn apart by Boro, and he stood in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Then Boro took out a silver knife from the cart, which appeared to be silver. After disinfection, he touched the abdomen of Du Di'an's six abdominal muscles and slowly opened it in the middle of the abdominal muscles.

Du Di'an looked at the body being cut open, but there was not much fear, maybe it was also related to the lack of pain, he said: "Of course I think, anyway, I am also a dying person. "

Boro smiled softly, took the rag from the side, sprayed the unknown potion on it, and slowly wiped it on Du Di'an's abdomen. Soon, the blood at the wound stopped.

"It's simple to want to be king." Boluo moved with his hand, and his mouth was not idle. He was boring to stay here alone, and the first time he met an experimental product like Du Dean, he was happy to talk a few words. Say: "As long as you find a very ice king, or grow one yourself."